Amber’s attention shifted to the TV. “Holy f**k,” she breathed, staring at the photographs on the screen. “Did your Zaron look like this Arus?”
Emily nodded. “Pretty much.” Zaron’s face was a little leaner, his lips fuller and more sensuous than the ambassador’s, but the flawless symmetry of his bone structure and the bronze smoothness of his skin were the same. “I met a Krinar woman too, and she had a similar darker coloring.”
“You met two aliens?” Amber forgot about the broadcast, all her focus on Emily again. “Oh my God, tell me more!”
Rubbing George behind the ears, Emily continued with her story. She told Amber how Zaron had detained her for seventeen days and how intelligent all of their technology seemed to be. She described his physical appearance and incredible strength, detail
